Kurt Philip Behm

The Road

24 hours

alone with myself

the road goes on and on

 

24 hours

in my own space

exemption rides along

 

24 hours

eternity breached

its imagery returns

 

24 hours

tomorrow today

whose light forever burns

 

24 hours

becoming undone

the parts fall back in place

 

24 hours

the wind at my back

withdrawing from the race

 

24 hours

a voice calls my name

in birth year reverie

 

24 hours

my soul to reclaim

in what was meant to be

 

24 hours

Kerouac damned

a false reflection shown

 

24 hours

each road sign that calls

direction out on loan

 

24 hours

the moment reframed

once lost but now refound

 

24 hours

24 lifetimes

—inward outward bound

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)